I hold myself together,
Across the sensing and responding,
Across the time and space,
Bridging a river of emotions,
Where all emotions are communications,
Between a past self and a future other,
Where all others split me from the I,
And memory splits the I from all of me,
We hold each other,
Across past and future,
Good and bad both dominate,
Our Western Christan order.
We exclude our non-binary Identities,
We banish our demons to Hell,
But between Alpha and Omega,
There are many stories to tell,
There are many stations to Nirvana,
And many avenues to explore,
Veins and arteries come full-circle,
Both inside and outside ourselves,
Information is at the boundary,
Of a knowledge that makes us feel safe,
But keeps us ignorant of the other,
Inside and outside the borders,
Of our Western Nation States.
